Plums


These 2 poems were written by Ayla after her initiation rite in the GIFT in Byron Bay, Australia, which was a few short months before she died of cancer. Her body was very fragile and she was in pain for much of the time, but her presence was radiant and her insights were an extraordinary gift to us.

Plum Jam

They all come together now
Each bringing her own unique flavour
Her sweetness or her bitterness
and some just tart
Into the cauldron - the melting pot
Where the fire will do it's alchemy
The vessels must be purifies
to contain the elixir
Cleansed and ready
they await their fill...
Giving the gift of receiving
The clarifying begins
The scum rises to the surface
where it can be seen and removed
The bubbles of laughter
The well of the tears
All merge in the heat
All is ready
It is done
The magic has done it's work
All have become One
And the One feeds the many
And nourishes All

 

Blood Plums

Not all of them are badly damaged
Some are only a little bruised or scarred
at least on the surface...
Most of them still bleed bright red
Except the very round and firm
or the really old and wrinkled
Few of them leak the watery brown
before they totally dry up!
I cut away- cut away
Trying to remove the worm, the disease
Revealing torn red flesh
ripped open and exposed
Perhaps the 'good parts'
can still be of some use
provide some nourishment